3 or 4 years ago, 4th of July weekend I was walking down a street in Minneapolis when a white man driving by stuck his face out of his window and called me a nigger.
One of my first thoughts was “how could he tell?” Me, with my wide leg hippie pants, straight hair and un-tanned skin. I realized I code switched and been unrepresented in my surroundings so long that I started to actually think that I was white or white passing. I developed a kind of color dymorphia. (If that’s not a thing it should be). And also just when I think I can pass by under the radar of a supremacist society, it reminds me I’m of its targets.